The Host, a fanfiction
I have been in her head for almost a whole month now.
And I could feel she was worrying. It wasn't normal that the owner of the body stayed. But she was too afraid to tell anyone.
She acted like there was nothing special happening inside her head. She lived her life as if I never had been there.
So I discovered the world those aliens had created. This world was so different. It was a good different. The world I used to live in was full of violence. People killed each other for no reason. There was anger, fear and sadness. The Souls didn't know what violence was. They all lived as if they were one community, one happy family. They were kind, compassionate, patient and honest. I liked this world. It was like it should be, but there was a point where I thought everything looked too perfect.
Rain and I became some sort of friends, although we were really different from each other. She was a Soul while I was a Host, she was quite shy while I was really outgoing.
During weekends Rain had to work. She was a waitress in a café on the edge of town. It was never crowded in the café. Just a few people drinking a coffee in the morning or some old ladies on their Bingo Night. Most of the time there wasn't enough work to do. When I felt Rain was bored I tried to enjoy her with some of my memories. She was very interested in my love-history so I showed her all the memories I had of him.
Everyone in class had formed two lines.
He was too late. The bell rang.
He came around the corner, running, when he tripped and fell over.
Everyone laughed.
"He's falling for you", one of my friends giggled.
I blushed and looked down.
She laughed.
Hanna, the other waitress, asked: "What's so funny?"
"Nothing", Rain said quickly.
What happened then? Rain asked in our thoughts.
He jumped up and went off to stand in the line.
Funny. Rain laughed.
"Do you take this one?"
We were startled by Hanna's icy voice.
A young man walked in and sat down at a table near the door.
I knew one day my feet would stop moving, my breath would stop living and my heart would stop beating. Only I didn't expect it would go this way.
The quote; 'one day my feet would stop moving,my breath would stop living and my heart would stop beating' is again made by my wonderful friend, Rae